Little!Tommy CG!Tubbo
Tommy sat on the edge of Tubbo’s bed, bouncing his knee. His fingers twisted together, restless, itching. He could feel it, the pull in his chest, the way the world around him felt just a little too big, a little too loud. It had been so long since he had let himself be little. Too long.
But not here. Not now.
Tugging his sleeves down over his hands, Tommy forced himself to stay grounded. He was at Tubbo’s house, and Tubbo didn’t know. No one did. How could they? It was stupid, wasn’t it? Being a kid when he wasn’t really a kid. Wanting to curl up, soft and small, when he was supposed to be tough. Supposed to be TommyInnit.
“Oi, Earth to Tommy?”
Tubbo’s voice cut through the fog in his mind, and Tommy snapped his head up. Tubbo stood in the doorway, a bowl of popcorn in one hand, two sodas balanced in the other. “You good, dude? You look kinda... y’know.” He wiggled his fingers vaguely, eyes squinting in concern.
Tommy forced a grin. “Fine. Absolutely fine. 100% normal and cool and... yeah.”
Tubbo didn’t look convinced. He dumped the popcorn on the bed and handed Tommy a soda before plopping down beside him. “You’re acting weird.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Tommy rolled his eyes, cracking open the soda. The bubbles fizzed, and for a second, he just watched them rise, his brain latching onto the small, simple thing. It was grounding. Not enough, but something.
Tubbo nudged his shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?”
No.
Tommy clenched the can in his hand, the metal cold against his palm. He wanted to be honest, but how could he? What if Tubbo thought he was a freak? What if he laughed?
But it had been so long. So long since he had been able to let go, to just be. And the pressure of holding it all in was making his chest ache.
“I just…” Tommy hesitated, words tangling on his tongue. “It’s stupid.”
“I bet it’s not.”
Tommy swallowed. The words were right there, so close. His hands trembled a little as he picked at the tab on his soda can. “I haven’t been little in ages,” he admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper.
Tubbo blinked. “Oh.”
Silence stretched between them. Tommy kept his gaze fixed on his lap, his heart hammering. Any second now, Tubbo was going to laugh, or call him weird, or—
“Dude, that sucks.”
Tommy’s head snapped up. “Huh?”
Tubbo shrugged. “I mean, if you need to be little or whatever, and you haven’t been able to, that sucks. I don’t really get it, but like… that sounds hard.”
Tommy stared, chest tightening in a way that wasn’t entirely bad. “You’re not—like, weirded out or anything?”
“Nah,” Tubbo said, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth. “You shoulda just said something. I don’t care. Do you wanna, like… I dunno, watch cartoons or something? You don’t have to act all big around me, dude.”
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Tommy curled his fingers around the soda can, staring at it. His chest still felt tight, but Tubbo’s words lingered, warm and safe in a way he hadn’t expected.
“You don’t have to act all big around me, dude.”
The thought made his throat feel funny. He still wasn’t sure how to let go, but knowing Tubbo didn’t mind? That helped.
“Here,” Tubbo said, shoving the popcorn bowl toward him. “Eat something, little one.”
Tommy froze.
Little one.
The words hit him like a wave, soft but strong, washing over him and tugging him under. It was such a small thing, but it made something deep in his chest crack open. His grip on the soda wobbled, his fingers suddenly too clumsy to hold it properly. The world around him seemed to shift—bigger, brighter, heavier.
No, no, no. Not here.
But it was happening.
“Tommy?” Tubbo’s voice was gentle, careful.
Tommy’s lower lip wobbled. His hands were shaking, and he couldn’t stop them. He felt small. Too small. He curled in on himself, tugging his sleeves over his hands. “Tubs…” His voice was softer now, higher, barely above a whisper.
Tubbo immediately put down his soda and turned to face him fully. His expression flickered from confusion to understanding in an instant. “Oh,” he said, voice quieter now, too. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”
Tommy blinked up at him, wide-eyed, feeling lost and unsure. “Didn’ mean to…”
“It’s alright, little one,” Tubbo reassured him, shifting closer but not touching, just in case. “You’re safe, promise.”
The name made Tommy’s breath hitch. He squeezed his fists in his sleeves, his mind slipping further into the soft, fuzzy space he hadn’t been in for so long.
“You wanna lay down?” Tubbo asked.
Tommy hesitated, then nodded slowly. His limbs felt heavy, his body sluggish in the way that always happened when he got little. Tubbo grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and draped it over him before settling beside him.
“There,” Tubbo said, voice light. “All warm now.”
Tommy blinked sleepily. His thoughts felt slower, simpler, but for the first time in a long time, that didn’t feel scary. He curled into the blanket, pressing his face into it. It smelled safe. It smelled like Tubbo.
Tubbo grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. “Wanna watch something?”
Tommy peeked up at him, his body still curled tight in the blanket. “…Cars?” he mumbled, voice small.
Tubbo grinned. “Good choice, little one.”
Tommy flushed but didn’t protest this time. He was still slipping, but for once, he wasn’t fighting it.
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Tommy peeked at the TV, watching the bright colors flicker across the screen. His body felt warm and fuzzy under the blanket, and the more he settled into it, the smaller he felt. He was safe. Tubbo was here. Everything was okay.
But something was missing.
His fingers twitched, fidgeting with the blanket’s edge. He wanted something—no, he *needed* something. The warmth wasn’t enough. His hands ached for something familiar, something soft.
Tommy scrunched his nose, shifting under the blanket. “Tubs…” he mumbled, voice quieter than before.
Tubbo glanced at him. “Yeah, little one?”
The name sent a shiver down Tommy’s spine, but not in a bad way. It made his chest feel full, warm, like wrapping up in a hug.
Tommy sucked in a small breath, hesitant. “Wanna—um…” He scrunched his fingers together, shy. Asking felt hard. But Tubbo wouldn’t laugh, right? Tubbo was nice. Tubbo *cared*.
“What do you want, big man?” Tubbo asked, his voice soft but still playful.
Tommy whined at the nickname. He wasn’t big. Not now. He shook his head quickly, his lower lip sticking out just slightly. “Not big.”
Tubbo blinked, then grinned. “Oh, you’re right. My bad, little one.”
Tommy let out a tiny huff but nodded, satisfied. His cheeks burned, but the warmth in his chest spread. Tubbo understood. Tubbo got it.
He fidgeted with his sleeves again. “Wanna…” He trailed off, embarrassed. “Henry.”
Tubbo’s brows furrowed. “Henry?”
Tommy nodded quickly, eyes a little watery now. “Henry.”
It took a second, but then Tubbo’s face lit up with understanding. “Ohhh, your cow, right?”
Tommy nodded again, pulling the blanket up over his chin.
Tubbo didn’t even hesitate. “Alright, little one, where’s Henry?”
Tommy hesitated, suddenly nervous. “Uhm. Home.”
Tubbo frowned. “Well, that’s not helpful.” He hummed in thought, then snapped his fingers. “Wait! You gave me some of your stuff when you stayed over that one time. Is Henry in that bag?”
Tommy’s eyes widened. He *had* left a few things at Tubbo’s! But was Henry really there?
“Can check?” Tommy asked hopefully, eyes big.
Tubbo grinned. “Of course I can, little one. Be right back.”
As soon as Tubbo left the room, Tommy curled in on himself, sucking his thumb absentmindedly as he waited. He felt warm, sleepy, but *good*. He hadn’t been able to be little in so long, and now he was here, safe, and Tubbo was helping him.
A few minutes later, Tubbo returned, a familiar stuffed cow tucked under his arm. “Guess what I found?”
Tommy gasped, sitting up instantly. “Henry!”
Tubbo tossed the cow at him, and Tommy caught it, immediately hugging it close to his chest. Henry smelled like home, like safety, like comfort. Tommy nuzzled into him, letting out a happy little hum.
Tubbo chuckled, sitting back down. “You need anything else, little one?”
Tommy hesitated, gripping Henry tighter. “Moth blankie?”
Tubbo rummaged in the bag again and pulled out the soft, well-loved blanket. “This one?”
Tommy reached for it instantly, nodding so fast his curls bounced. “Mhm!”
Tubbo draped it over him, tucking him in gently. “There ya go. Anything else?”
Tommy bit his lip, shy again. He peeked up at Tubbo, feeling small but safe. “Paci?”
Tubbo rummaged one last time before pulling out the red Minecraft-themed pacifier. He held it up with a grin. “You mean this?”
Tommy’s face burned, but he nodded quickly, reaching out. Tubbo handed it over without a word, letting Tommy pop it into his mouth and settle back down.
“There. Now you’re all cozy,” Tubbo said, ruffling his curls. “Want me to put Cars back on?”
Tommy nodded, sucking gently on his paci, hugging Henry tight. He felt *safe*.
Tubbo smiled at him, soft and fond. “Alright, little one. You just relax, yeah? I got you.”
Tommy hummed around his paci, already feeling himself doze off. He was safe. He was warm. He was little.
And that was okay.